When the patient loves his disease, how unwilling he is to allow a remedy to be applied.
Rome is no longer in Rome, it is here where I am.
Ambition becomes displeasing when it is once satiated; there is a reaction; and as our spirit, till our last sigh, is always aiming toward some object, it falls back on itself, having nothing else on which to rest; and having reached the summit, it longs to descend.
Your arm is unvanquished, but not invincible.
Sir, what does it matter whom I serve, so long as I am right?
My sweetest hope is to lose hope